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Andrew Thomas and I are trying something new. We have co-written two characters. This chapter introduces Beau and Colt to Counting, however, they originally show up in Boys of Grizzly Valley 3 - Go Bag Find it here
They then show up in Andrew's Trust, chapter 6 for a few chapters. Feel free to read about them here They will be regulars here in Counting.
Alice looks at me with a little smirk, and I scoot my chair over in front of her. Leaning forward, I take her hand and look into her eyes. The light from the fire dances in the blue color of her eyes. Suddenly, I'm not sure if this is the right time to bring this up. I look over to Randy's trailer and see his lights go out. I sigh and say softly, "I want to talk to you about... Beau and Colt." I tell her, and judging by the movement of her eyebrows, I've more than piqued her curiosity.
But before I bring up the boys, maybe I should start with my brother and me. When we were little my parents were terrible and my father used to beat us all the time. I took the hits for both of us until that just wasn't good enough for him. We were almost teenagers when the state of California took us from them and gave us to Randy. The Hossenger's fostered us until Randy found us a good home. That family was good to us Alice. Life became something that I only experienced in my dreams.
Now Randy has come to me. He's asked me to step up. He's asked me...
I sit up in bed, startled by the twins going through their morning routine. To me, it just sounds like a dull thumping. My sleepy hand reaches for the nightstand, and I knock over the lotion bottle, feeling around for my set of hearing aids. Then, I put on my glasses and tried to focus my sleepy eyes and look around, but they wanted five more minutes of sleep. There's only Zeke next to me in his tight jeans and no shirt. He's probably combing his hair for the fourth time this morning. The shower turns off, and I'm guessing that's Zack... I miss our showers together. Out my window is the brightness of the new day. Dad and mom are out front talking to Mr. Hossenger, who has a coffee cup in his hand by the fire pit. "What do you think they're talking about this early?" I ask no one in particular.
Zeke messes up my already messed up hair and answers, "That's none of your business, bedhead. Man, you need a haircut."
I sleepily knock his hand away and see Mom heading back to the camper after she shakes Mr. Hossenger's hand. Zack walks by, totally naked, drying his hair. His body's muscles have almost doubled since I've known him. He's so hot, I instantly get a stiffy. Getting out of bed, I step close to him and take his soft, jiggly, warm cock in my hand. Looking up at him with the best puppy eyes I have, I beg, "Can we... maybe today? I miss this," and I give it a squeeze, making it thicken and grow in my hand.
"Stop, AJ, and no. I've already told you, it's too big for you. You can't have it anymore."
Zeke pushes in between us and picks me up, pinning me with his chest against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and begin to laugh. His smell is explosive, and he licks my ear and nibbles on it, saying, "I'll play with you, AJ. I'll rip these PJs off you and show you a much better time than Zack!"
"I've seen how you play with Parker; you'll hurt me," I manage to giggle out as he tickles me like he's trying to take off my pajama bottoms.
The camper door opens, and mom walks in, seeing us horse-playing in the bedroom. She looks cross and says, "Zeke, AJ, and Zack, stop messing around. AJ, get over here, and let's get you fed."
Zeke lets me down on my bed and whispers in my ear, "I'd never hurt you, AJ, but you will be screaming... all night." Then he backs away and mouths the word `orgasm' and holds up ten fingers.
Can he make me orgasm ten times in a row? The most Zack has ever been able to give me is six. Does he know something Zack and I don't? But before I ask, he grabs his white tee shirt, and Zack pushes him out of the trailer with an apple in each of their hands. "Just for the record, I wasn't horseplaying," Zack says as he flips his hair out of his eyes.
My hard-on is out of control, and I'm not sure hiding it with this blanket will work much longer. To make matters worse, I really need something up my butt. "Um, mom, I'm taking a shower," I tell her as I hurry past her, holding my stiffy down.
`Beau... Beau... get up please,' says Mr. Dallas, and I look around. I'm in that dirty, smelly, dark trailer of his. I'm on his bed, and his head is between my legs. Both my hands are gripped and locked in his hair as I hold on for dear life during one of the best blow jobs I've ever received. There is a pinch, and Dallas clips my cock with his teeth. "Owe! Be careful down there," I tell him. Slowly, he raises his head, and it's covered in blood. He smiles, and my dick is in his mouth... HE BIT MY COCK OFF!!
I sit up and crack my head on the top bunk and understandably shout, "Fuck!"
"Beau... Beau... please help me out here; Colt made a huge mess. Get him dressed for me. Mr. Colter will be here any minute," Pop pleads, totally ignoring my flippant use of the `F' word.
"Sorry, Pop, I'm up. I'm up now," I sluggishly say as I sit up on the bed to see a wet and naked Colt run by. `Well shit' I think to myself, and I reach out and grab his wrist. "Colt, stop acting like this." Colt spins around and clocks me in the head with Gomer, breaking my hold on him, and he runs back towards Pop's bedroom laughing and giggling.
I sigh and get up with all the determination to settle him down with one smack on that plump, bare ass, but he's gone. Sleepily, I rub my eye as I slowly work my way through the kitchen, expecting him to jump from a cubby and scare me, but then I see it--the door is wide open.
Rushing into the door, I'm sure Pop is going to kill me when he realizes I allowed Colt to get outside by himself and naked no less. I see Mr. Colter holding a naked Colt. "Colt, what are you doing? What have I told you about being naked around men? Besides, you got AJ's dad all wet. Sir, I'm so sorry."
Mr. Colter smiles at me and tickles Colt's tummy, saying, "It's okay, Beau; he's safe with me. This little bear saw me through the screen and ran right up to me." He sees my angry embarrassment for what my brother has done and does his best to defuse my anger. "What'd you say? Let's get some fur on this little bear, then get you cleaned up and dressed." It's only then that I realize I'm outside in my bright orange fruit-of-the-looms. He messes up my bedhead a little and pats me on the back, leading me back to the trailer.
Pop is standing in the hallway looking around when we enter. "Hey Randy, mind if I help the boys get their day started?"
Pop takes a visible sigh and says, "Bless you, Jack."
Mr. Colter gets Colt dressed, and for some reason, I sit there and watch him like a hawk. I know he's AJ's dad, and he's probably seen AJ naked a lot. He's probably dressed him, and he's never tried anything funny with him, but it's my little brother. After what I went through, no man will ever touch Colt the same way they touched me. But he just dresses him as fast as you can, with the little boy jiggling around like he has no bones. He's all done and pats Colt on the bottom, and he runs into Pop's arms.
"Next," Mr. Colter says as he turns to me. I'm not sure what made me feel like it was okay to let him touch me, but suddenly, I want him to. It is exciting not to know what he is going to pick for me to wear. I smile at him and stand up in front of him, on full display, waiting for that strong hand to slide up my legs and caress my balls and play with my cock till I moan and beg him to stop. I close my eyes, expecting to be violated, to have my underwear ripped off and thrown on the floor, and to have my legs forced open, revealing my little tight butthole... but he didn't. None of that happens.
Mr. Colter slipped a dark blue muscle shirt over my chest, pinning my arms down. I open my eyes and see my arms. He says it with a smile. "Oh, sorry, my eyes were closed." I return his smile, and he helps my arms through my shirt. He hands me a pair of light blue Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs and turns his back to me, giving me some privacy. I pause until I'm sure this isn't a trick. As soon as I pulled off my underwear, he could spin around and pin me to the floor, but he didn't.
"Did you change your underwear yet?" He asks, and I give him a soft, yes. He turns back around and compliments me on my muscles. He is holding my dark blue shorts with the light blue design on them. Holding them open, I place my arms on his shoulders and step into the shorts. "Let's take a look," he says and spins me around like a top about a hundred or so times, making me dizzy. Colt is just busting up about this, along with me, and when I'm done spinning, Mr. Colter scoops me up and says, "Beau's coming with me; I want to talk to you, man to man."
I wave at Pop and Colt as we leave the trailer. Mr. Colter combs his hand through my hair, trying desperately to tame my curls. Then, he sets me down and takes my hand. We walk hand in hand until we get to the arena. We stop and watch the cowboy teenagers trying to ride this bull or that bull. I hear him sigh out loud, and then he picks me up and puts me on the fence. Looking into my eyes, he says with a lot of careful thought, "Beau, I know you've had it rough. I know you've done things that keep you up at night. I'm sure you feel responsible for Colt. I have an idea that will help everyone out, I think. See, Randy... Pop is going to go home and start to plan and run the rodeo finals for next month. To be honest, I'm sure you've noticed that Pop is getting old. "Hell, he was old when I first met him when I was your age," Mr. Colter says, tickling my stomach to emphasize. "He, Alice, and I have talked this over, and we would like you and Colt to stay with us till the wedding. If everything works out, we'd like it to be permanent. What do you think?"
This man is full of surprises. I don't know what to say. I think it over and watch the people milling around the food court. Moms and dads with their kids are holding hands and hugging. I want that. I want that for Colt. "What about Pop? Who's gonna help him with the dude ranch?" I ask, sounding more kid-like than I normally like to do. Sometimes the big, bad adult act that I try to put on falls by the wayside, revealing the true me.
Mr. Colter gives me a hug, pulling me from the fence. Setting me on his hip, he tells me, "Pop will be okay. He has many men that work for him, and he has Martha to crack that whip."
After I give it a little more thought, I ask him excitedly, "You mean like we'll be part of a real family?"
"That's right, but just remember, when you are at our house, I expect you to act like kids, not adults. Let us worry about you and Colt for a change; you worry about having fun and playing."
I wipe away a loose tear and hug him tightly again. His hug is strong and meaningful. I trust this man.
Mr. Colter breaks our hug and points over to the rodeo gates: "Hey look, the twins' final run is starting!" I turn to see my taunters riding out on their horses, speeding after a very determined calf. What will it be like to grow up with them in the same house? Will they visit me in the dark? Will they pin me behind the horse barn and use me, doing unspeakable things to me? Suddenly, my doubts caused me to shake a little. Is a family worth the risk?
It's dark in the staging area. One last ride, and we're done. Zeke and Charlie and me on Night Whisper--one last event, and all I can think about is what dad asked me this morning. His words haunt me, and I can't stop them from creeping into the front of my mind. Charlie bumps into Whisper and shakes my thoughts from my mind. Looking at Zeke, he chuckles and says, "Are you here with me, Zack?"
"Yeah, of course, I am."
"You look distracted, that's all."
"Well, I just keep going over what dad said to me when I woke up."
"What did he ask you?"
"He asked me if I was happy having AJ around. If I liked having a little brother."
"That's what he asked me! He was real cryptic about it."
"What do you think is going on?" Zeke shrugs at me, and Charlie stirs as the riders come back to the arena stalls. "Do you think... do you think maybe they're moving?"
Our names are called out, and we quickly shift gears back into rodeo mode.
The buzzer sounds.
The gate opens.
Our loyal companions take off after the calf that is released. Dirt flies, the calf jukes, and Zeke and I never miss a step. When it's all over and the buzzer sounds again, I untie the pigging strap and take the lassos off the calf as we wait for the scores. Going into this day, we are tied with another team. Last year's winners were two eighteen-year-olds. Coming into this competition, we are on their turf, and everyone is talking about how they knew it would be us two at first and second place, but they just couldn't decide which would be the first. Time ticks away as we wait in the arena. I'm rolling up my lasso one last time when I see Dad talking to Beau, who is perched on the fence. My thoughts are invaded by our conversation earlier. Then I see it: Beau leaps into Dad's arms and gives him the biggest hug. My mind goes into overdrive. What could this mean?
"Yes!" My brother screams. "Did you hear that? We rule."
"Huh?"
"Dude, we won!"
"Oh, that's great!" I respond, still a little lost in my thoughts. Dad and Beau are clapping and cheering, with the occasional whistle from dad.
"Hey look... Aidan is in the stands," my brother teases.
"He is; where is he?"
"Just left of the judges, light blue shirt."
There he is, and suddenly I feel hot. He's waving at me, trying to get my attention, so I take off my hat and wave it over my head. He smiles at me and tries to hide his embarrassment by covering his face, but his sister pulls his hands away, teasing him.
"You two sure have been spending a lot of time together since Friday. The guys were asking where you were."
"Yeah, well, he's cool," I say and look up at Zeke, knowing that's not enough.
"And!"
"...and I think he's cute and funny."
"Cute? He's gorgeous, and if I knew he was gay, I would have made a move on him last year," Zeke says, then whistles to get Aidan's attention and points to the gate. "Come on, love bird."
I hop on Whisper and follow Zeke. "Just don't say anything embarrassing, please."
Once we get to the gate, Aidan is there, and he seems really excited, and seeing that he's happy for me just makes me that much more uncomfortable.
"Hey Aidan," Zeke says before I arrive.
Aidan never moves his eyes from mine, and when I get into range, he gives me a little wave and says, "Hey."
"Hey," I respond, and I planned on saying a lot more, but my voice cracked on `hey' and, well, I choked.
Zeke looks between the two of us and then addresses Aidan again: "Did you like the rodeo, Aidan?" Aidan just responds with a head nod. A man and a woman walk up behind Aidan, and the lady puts her arm around his shoulder.
"These are your friends, Aidan?" She asks and says, "You boys did real good. You seem to have a knack for the rodeo."
"Thank you, ma'am," Zeke says with a tip of his hat. I can't seem to get over how the man is scowling at me. Aidan looks as nervous as I feel. Zeke turns Charlie and says softly to me, "Come on, lover boy, before Dad comes looking for us."
"Zeke!" I practically shout as I pull my hat over my face. Damn! I knew he'd embarrass me somehow--and in front of Aidan's family, no less. I turn Whisper around and spur her to catch up, then yell over my shoulder, "Ummm, bye, call me, okay?"
"I will," I hear behind me in that sweet high tone with a little crack in it. I do love his voice.
I can hear her moving around on the other side of that thin door. It ruins my concentration, and my frustration builds as I force more and more of my two fingers inside my butthole. I can't seem to find that one spot--that spot that brings me so much joy. I lost my hard-on a few minutes ago when she knocked on the door and told me to hurry up. Giving up the thought of never feeling Zack's cock inside me... well, it's almost too much to bear. I get up off the toilet, get my hair wet in the shower, then turn it off and wash my hands.
I open the bathroom door and walk out, drying my hair. Mom turns and sternly looks at me, standing there as naked as I was the first day she saw me. "What?" I'm curious as to why she's so upset.
"What were you doing in there?"
I look at the bathroom and sarcastically say, "Taking a shower?"
She's not buying it; I can see it in her eyes. I blush slightly and scratch my nuts, making my soft long dick wiggle. She changes her expression to a small smile and says, "Go dress Mr. Wiggles and hurry or we'll be late to watch the twins' final run."
"Mom!" I shout in embarrassment, "Don't call it that!" I cover my boy bits and head to the bedroom to get dressed.
Entering the bedroom, I toss my towel on the bed and see sitting on the dresser a matching set of clothes, neatly folded and ready for me to put on. Zack must have set them aside when he got dressed. I pick up his underwear from the bed and sniff it. My knees instantly get weak, and my dick hardens. I remember this smell from when I was buried in his crotch, on his chest when we cuddle, and from him when I fall asleep in his lap. I don't understand what I did to change things between us, and I think that part of us is gone.
"Honey, do you need help?"
I quickly put Zack's underwear underneath my pillow and got dressed.
Mom sits at the table, sipping her coffee, and watches me eat my Coco Puffs. It really begins to bother me, wondering if maybe she heard me moaning or peeked in on me to see what I was doing. Soon, the anticipation of being in trouble for trying to jack-off with my fingers shoved deep in my ass is too much, and I have to ask with a mouth full of cereal, "What? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, honey, you didn't. I just have something to tell you, and I'm not sure how to start," she answers, and satisfied with her answer, I drink my milk and put my dishes in the sink. When I turn around, she takes my hands and rubs her thumbs in the palms of my hands. I'm not sure what to do; sometimes she is so hard to read. "Honey, do you like having big brothers?"
"Of course I do. The twins are nice to me and let me do stuff with them. Although Zack is mad at me for some reason, when I figure out why, I'll fix it, I promise. Is that what this is about?" I am kind of upset.
"Zack isn't mad at you, honey. He's growing up, that's all. You didn't do anything wrong, and you can't fix it. He loves you dearly, and the sad thing is you're just not going to understand until you are a teenager and meet that one person that makes you speechless."
I nod like I understand, but I don't.
Mom pulls me into her lap and says, "AJ, this is about you being a good brother, and I'm so proud of you and how you've accepted the twins. You know that Beau and Colt have had a hard life," she says, and I nod, wondering where this is going. Mom gives me a hug and continues, "...well, Mr. Hossenger is trying to take care of them but is having a hard time, so we are going to have Beau and Colt stay with us."
"Really mom!? That's great!" I exclaim excitedly and give her a proper hug.
"If things go well and everyone is happy, we can make it permanent. You'll have two new brothers, and you have to understand that you won't be the baby of the family anymore. I'll need you to be a good big brother to Colt."
"I will, mom; I can be a big brother!" I say this excitedly and practically hop with new energy.
Mom grabs my hand and forces eye contact. Then, very slowly, so that every word soaks in, she says, "AJ, listen... Do not bug Beau and Colt about their past. It's none of your business. They will need to feel safe and comfortable, not like they don't belong, understand?"
I nod to my mother, and I shake with excitement at the thought of having a little brother and a brother my age to play with.
"I know you're excited, but we need to check your injector and give you your pills. Since Zack's not here, I'll help you. Go get your med bag."
I hurry to the bedroom and get my med bag from under my bed. Giving her the bag, I take off my shirt and turn so she can get to the injector. I can hear her hum, and I can tell she's excited about Beau and Colt as well. "Hurry, mom, so I can talk to Beau."
Then the humming stops, and she's quiet. I feel her touching my injector, but I don't feel the pressure of the syringe yet. Then she asks, "Honey, have you been having trouble lately? Any blackouts? Have you been shaking?"
Shaking? Am I shaking? I look at my hands and realize that I'm shaking slightly--not badly, but it's there. There is no use hiding it now; she won't believe any lie I come up with. "A couple, not bad ones. I'm okay, mommy."
"Did you tell Zack? Did you tell anyone?"
I shake my head 'no' and begin to cry. Mom lets out a sigh and sits back in her chair, staring at me. She's mad, real mad. I don't know what to do but stand there. "What's wrong, mommy?" I whisper, knowing what is wrong but not wanting to admit it.
"Andrew Maxis Docker, I'm so disappointed in you. I don't even have the words."
"I'm sorry. Don't be mad."
"Honey, don't you understand how dangerous it is for you to keep this kind of thing secret? Your injector is broken, isn't it?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And how long have you known?"
I look down and admit softly, "At least a week."
She shakes her head in disbelief and says, "Why didn't you say something?"
"Cuz I didn't think you'd let me do the rodeo," I say drawing circles with my right big toe on the floor, then add, "I figured I could put it off; I mean, next week is the new month, so I get a new one anyway."
She thinks about what I said and sighs. She yanks me around, bends me over, and I'm expecting a spanking, so I cover my butt with my hands. But instead of the whipping I deserve, she fills my injector and turns me around. She takes my hands and says, "If you want to be a big brother, you are going to have to start taking your medical condition more seriously," she says flatly.
My mind is spinning, and I hide my shameful face in my hands. Tear drops fall from my trembling hands, and I mumble through those tears, "I'm sorry. I can be a big brother, I promise. I blacked out twice this week, and I've had the shakes a couple times, plus today. I was going to tell you, honestly."
"Honey, calm down. We'll go to the hospital and get a new one Monday. If you black out, will you tell me or your dad right away, understand?"
I nod my head as I wipe my teary face.
Catching up to Zeke in the stables, I holler up to him, "Don't ruin this for me."
Dad is holding Beau and the stall door open for our horses. Dad doesn't look too concerned at this point but asks anyway, "What happened?"
"Nothing," Zeke says as he slides off Charlie. "The conversation between Zack and Aidan was so riveting, I just couldn't stand it."
"Who's Aidan?" Dad asks, confused. Beau looks scared to death in his arms, being in the same room with us two.
"He's nobody," I snap at dad, and in return, I get that look--the look that says that I better watch my tone.
Zeke slips his gloves off one finger at a time, adding, "...didn't look like nothing. Dad, he could barely speak."
I slide off of Whisper and begin to go at him when dad yells, "Stop it! Zeke, close your mouth and keep it closed until you apologize. It wasn't too long ago that you couldn't stutter out five words in Parker's presence. Zack, stop being so touchy and secretive. We all know you have the hots for this kid. Invite him over. Show him the farm. Speaking about saying you're sorry, I think you both owe little Beau an apology for what you said to him," and he set Beau down in front of us. Beau takes one step back until he is leaning on dad's legs.
Zeke and I exchange looks, and I take a deep breath before saying, "Look, Beau, AJ is really special to us both, and sometimes we get overprotective..."
Zeke picks up where I left off without missing a beat: "...we didn't mean anything by it. We'd never hurt you. We just don't want AJ doing dangerous stuff, that's all. We're sorry."
"Yeah, we didn't mean anything by it," I say and offer my hand, which he shakes with a smile.
"Good, now that's over. Beau and Colt will be staying with us till the wedding, so everyone must get along, and if everything goes right, we'll be making it permanent."
What! My jaw dropped. "Good, I mean great. The more the merrier, I guess," I say, trying to figure out why.
"Well, it looks like we finally get to use the rest of the dining table chairs," Zeke says, trying to be funny as he ruffles Beau's hair. "Welcome to the family, little bro."
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